Long trek
Via Labyrinth.
Mistaken turn. Lost.
Right Way?
Wrong Way.
Wrong Way?
Right Way.
To the summit.
To Celebrate.
The Summit of our Faith.
A small doll.
Cause of great faith,
devout Prayer,
rumors of Wonders.
A tree.
A spot chosen by the Lord.
Special for mysterious reasons.
His House � Her House.
The Royals pay the bills.
I climb to the summit.
Chaos around
Peace within.
A lonely room.
I pray.
Asked to carry the burdens of others.
Atop my personal load.
I drop it at her feet.
She takes care of it.
She takes care of me.
On the Aniversary of Her Triumph,
She shares the spoils with her children.
O Loving Mother,
Onze-Lieve-Vrouw van Sherpenheuval,
Be With Us Always.
Bid Voor Ons.
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This is a poem about our pilgrimage to Sherpenheuval, a famous Marian Basillica in Belgium. We celebrated Mass there with Cardinal Daneels of Belgium and I had a special moment of prayer with our Lady in the Basilica after the Mass.
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